The Holy Light

As the shepherds watched their flocks that night,
There came to them a holy light.
Choirs of angels began to sing
Praises to the newborn king.
The shepherds went to see the child,
To see the newborn, so soft and mild.
When the shepherds saw the little boy,
Their hearts and souls were filled with joy.
This little babe, with light filling his face,
Was the one who would save the human race.
I reflect, as I read this story of
The birth of peace, joy, and love,
On what he did for people then
And wonder when he'll come again.

Copyright © 2002 Colleen Fischer | Last updated October 7, 2002